Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.